Four Poems by Scott C. Kaestner

 

PITY THE ASSHOLES

 

Think about it

from their view

the assholes

 

and how exhausting 

it must be to be

so rotten to the core

 

that everywhere 

an asshole goes

they carry the stench

 

of their existence 

of their being

anywhere they are

 

unbearable 

unhappy 

unkind

 

the asshole’s destiny

to die miserable 

and alone

 

squeezing their life

into a toilet

of their own making

 

so yes, pity the assholes

and then wipe

them away

 

try to smell the roses

instead of

their shit.

PLYMOUTH 

 

I’m trying to think of a new way

to tell the same ole story;

maybe the sinking ship

will float ashore 

bloated and lifeless 

but still make landfall;

participation trophies for all

the plastic zombies onboard

marching to the meat grinder

smiling

numb

dumb

but down for the cause

blind faith memories 

of what could’ve been

but never was going to be.

 

ART 3X ÷ PATHWAYS = ∞

 

1.

Art is a sunrise 

Shedding light upon

Life all around us.

 

2.

No dogma for sale

No great truth to peddle

Art has nothing to prove.

 

3.

Art exists as it is 

And represents 

Only itself.

THE THING IS

 

Death by a thousand pinpricks 

Of the lives we lead in just one life

 

Believe in hellos, trust in goodbyes

Endings are merely beginnings

 

Challenging us to move on

No one knows what it all means

 

We’re not supposed to

The process is everything 

 

And everything is every

Thing.

Scott C. Kaestner is a Los Angeles poet, writer, dad, husband, and man seeking sanctuaries in the undefinable. Google ‘scott kaestner poetry’ to peruse his musings and doings or maybe even buy a book.